Melinda took the printed pages lying on her desk and put the stacks in color-coded folders. Business had been surprisingly brisk over the last year as even more people contracted for her services.
She pushed away from her desk, stretched her arms overhead and walked through the side door into her sun-filled kitchen. After pouring a glass of iced tea, she leaned against the counter and took a sip. Her thoughts drifted back to her client list. Was she doing the right thing, working with so many people? What would happen if she started to rush and matched the wrong couples? Her intuition was strong and she was seldom wrong about a match. Still, she worried. But it was always up to the people if they wanted to see someone after the first date.
Tires crunched in the driveway. She set her glas
